[ti:Blood Wedding]
[ar:Black 47]
[al:Home Of The Brave]
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[00:00.00]Blood Wedding - Black 47
[01:14.15]Carlita is waiting down on C and ninth
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[01:18.37]In mantilla and lace and her lover's knife
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[01:23.18]Cries out for revenge but she's silent like a stone
[01:27.48]
[01:29.15]And beautiful in her widow's weeds
[01:31.08]
[01:31.79]I wait in the darkness forever now alone
[01:34.70]
[01:35.84]Too late for any tear shedding
[01:38.59]
[01:39.65]While his bride waits down on C and ninth
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[01:44.99]For her blood wedding
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[01:54.83]Why did you have to go out tonight
[01:57.76]
[01:58.83]With the full moon in scarlet
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[02:01.69]And his silver knife
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[02:03.88]Waiting for you and the remains of your life
[02:07.81]
[02:09.69]Ticking away like some pitiful clock
[02:11.78]
[02:12.42]And I who could not even be called your wife
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[02:16.50]Safe and home in your bedding
[02:19.30]
[02:20.20]And you the bridegroom off on your way
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[02:25.61]To your blood wedding
[02:29.51]
[02:30.59]And the Ukrainian ladies light candles in the street
[02:35.22]Where his body lay bleeding
[02:39.65]And the projects are silent bracing for the heat
[02:43.62]That must come from his blood wedding
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[03:20.56]Carlita why do you hate me so much
[03:23.90]
[03:25.04]I long for your body
[03:26.90]I die for your touch
[03:28.56]
[03:29.28]On my burning skin and the smell of your perfume
[03:34.12]
[03:35.41]Will always remain on my bed
[03:37.06]
[03:37.86]But I died every time you entered his room
[03:41.20]
[03:42.07]I could not let him go on living
[03:45.02]
[03:46.10]And now you wait down on C and ninth
[03:49.52]
[03:50.59]Dying to celebrate my blood wedding
[03:54.63]
[04:00.99]I wait in the shadows of C and ninth
[04:04.48]
[04:05.60]With my fingers caressing his sacred knife
[04:08.71]
[04:09.97]You loved my body but he loved my soul
[04:13.18]You thought you knew me
[04:14.52]
[04:15.71]But what do men know
[04:17.52]Except my lover whose shape is etched in chalk on the street
[04:21.67]
[04:22.40]Soon to be washed away by the rain
[04:25.91]
[04:26.42]While you wait in the darkness
[04:28.57]Dreading the shock of my knife at your blood wedding
[04:35.86]
[04:36.91]And the Ukrainian ladies light candles in the street
[04:41.28]Where his body lay bleeding
[04:45.87]And the projects are silent bracing for the heat
[04:49.79]That must come from his blood wedding
[04:54.29]And the Ukrainian ladies light candles in the street
[04:58.44]Where his body lay bleeding
[05:02.96]And the projects are silent bracing for the heat
[05:06.94]That must come from his blood wedding